Poetry competition CLOSED 24th October 2011 11:04pm
WINNER
beautiful_accident
beautiful_accident
RUNNERS-UP:
hemihead
and Gg78
LET'S SLAM THE FUCK OUT OF EACH OTHER: ROUND 1
Poetry Contest Description
As previously mentioned here is the beginning of it... Sorry about the wait.
Well, I even wrote names on a piece of paper and cut them out, put them in a bowl and selected them, here are your targets. 3 days from now to get them in... 1 week from now until round 2 is drawn.
ROUND 1
1. CTHONIAN -VS- MEI HITOKIRI
2. AISH -VS- RAY HEINRICH
3. BEAUTIFUL ACCIDENT -VS- JACK HESLOP
4. GIGI1978 -VS- GSKI 9392 (chance is a fine thing)
5. JOLAIS -VS- KAYLA NOREAU
6. VIOLET -VS- VIDAX
7. HEMIHEAD -VS- ALIP
8. JESSTALESSA -VS- PIERRE THE MAD
Good luck everyone, learn to hate. If there's any problems with people not doing what they should be doing I'll sort something out, maybe... Enjoy.
ROUND 1
1. CTHONIAN -VS- MEI HITOKIRI
2. AISH -VS- RAY HEINRICH
3. BEAUTIFUL ACCIDENT -VS- JACK HESLOP
4. GIGI1978 -VS- GSKI 9392 (chance is a fine thing)
5. JOLAIS -VS- KAYLA NOREAU
6. VIOLET -VS- VIDAX
7. HEMIHEAD -VS- ALIP
8. JESSTALESSA -VS- PIERRE THE MAD
Good luck everyone, learn to hate. If there's any problems with people not doing what they should be doing I'll sort something out, maybe... Enjoy.
Anonymous
Oh my. :)
For A-lip
well I won’t say that I hate South Africans
but do usually wish that they’d fuck off back again
when I meet one of them in some seedy dive
stinking the joint like they’re dead, not alive
but let’s forget where this poor bastard is from
and talk about writing and where he went wrong
doing the maths on A-lips posts
55 percent are perverted or gross
lessons to others to keep their minds shut
before they’re infected with A-lips smut
then he comes out with “He’s blonde, eyes of green”
vomitous shit if you see what I mean
now let’s look at his profile crap
where he misspells 'myth' the illiterate twat
in short in conclusion to avoid the confusion of who I’m abusing who stopped being amusing when he started drug using....poor A-lip, dear A-lip, go back to your cage, and leave it to others to pretty the page.
well I won’t say that I hate South Africans
but do usually wish that they’d fuck off back again
when I meet one of them in some seedy dive
stinking the joint like they’re dead, not alive
but let’s forget where this poor bastard is from
and talk about writing and where he went wrong
doing the maths on A-lips posts
55 percent are perverted or gross
lessons to others to keep their minds shut
before they’re infected with A-lips smut
then he comes out with “He’s blonde, eyes of green”
vomitous shit if you see what I mean
now let’s look at his profile crap
where he misspells 'myth' the illiterate twat
in short in conclusion to avoid the confusion of who I’m abusing who stopped being amusing when he started drug using....poor A-lip, dear A-lip, go back to your cage, and leave it to others to pretty the page.
Mine has one poem.. And he's depressed
If I tell him his poem sucked
Will he slit his wrists
Do I want that on my conscience
Awe fuck it
What can I say he put it out there didn't he
He's Greg he's depressed and wants to hide in a hole
He screams woe is me every chance he gets
Well woe is everybody
Don't tell all your secrets
And then join a fuck it competition
It won't brighten your day
It won't help your self esteem
And don't say I'm shattering your self esteem, hence the word " self"
You fucked that up
Read my thousand poems and tell me I can't spell blah blah blah
Been there done that
We all know
Smile there's always someone that's worse off then you
If I tell him his poem sucked
Will he slit his wrists
Do I want that on my conscience
Awe fuck it
What can I say he put it out there didn't he
He's Greg he's depressed and wants to hide in a hole
He screams woe is me every chance he gets
Well woe is everybody
Don't tell all your secrets
And then join a fuck it competition
It won't brighten your day
It won't help your self esteem
And don't say I'm shattering your self esteem, hence the word " self"
You fucked that up
Read my thousand poems and tell me I can't spell blah blah blah
Been there done that
We all know
Smile there's always someone that's worse off then you
Anonymous
I think I need a new avatar...let's see if I can get my warriorpoet on...
Anonymous
He grew up in the olde’ country prison,
Of course he hates us, we fixing his nation.
Like all of his Australian Brethren,
Who sit on their buts spending the day doing nothin.
They hate us from Africa arriving to work,
On their revenue returns, they need to explain this perk.
Whilst, he thinks he’s so funny and a mans kind of man.
He hasn’t figured it aint cool to write on the can.
While he is out tending to sheep,
Shakespeare’s grave is rather bleak –
Liking himself; to the great writer’s death.
He doesn’t admit, but he must be using Crystal Meth.
If you are looking for clean you dead out of luck,
Every piece he writes squeezes the word fuck!
And in his last chance to redeem his surety.
He admits his sister has no purity.
Feed her you twat, instead of discussing her groin.
Oh -the thought of a girl with your type of loin!
He writes you a lesson of how to bribe an official.
As if its all new and somewhat special.
A tenner at customs, just on a smile?
A trip to the rugby must have cost him a pile!
Which brings my friend to his porn collection -
Of Wallabies’ getting it in an anal direction.
Alas its time to wrap this up, without a trick,
So I have to discuss the pirate profile pic.
Huh? A sword and no eye patch, where is the parrot?
That smile in the bar, someone give him a carrot.
That way the poetry will, at last have him fed,
He won’t earn a dime with a name like “Hem in the head”!
Of course he hates us, we fixing his nation.
Like all of his Australian Brethren,
Who sit on their buts spending the day doing nothin.
They hate us from Africa arriving to work,
On their revenue returns, they need to explain this perk.
Whilst, he thinks he’s so funny and a mans kind of man.
He hasn’t figured it aint cool to write on the can.
While he is out tending to sheep,
Shakespeare’s grave is rather bleak –
Liking himself; to the great writer’s death.
He doesn’t admit, but he must be using Crystal Meth.
If you are looking for clean you dead out of luck,
Every piece he writes squeezes the word fuck!
And in his last chance to redeem his surety.
He admits his sister has no purity.
Feed her you twat, instead of discussing her groin.
Oh -the thought of a girl with your type of loin!
He writes you a lesson of how to bribe an official.
As if its all new and somewhat special.
A tenner at customs, just on a smile?
A trip to the rugby must have cost him a pile!
Which brings my friend to his porn collection -
Of Wallabies’ getting it in an anal direction.
Alas its time to wrap this up, without a trick,
So I have to discuss the pirate profile pic.
Huh? A sword and no eye patch, where is the parrot?
That smile in the bar, someone give him a carrot.
That way the poetry will, at last have him fed,
He won’t earn a dime with a name like “Hem in the head”!
Anonymous
This is WAR dude!
Anonymous
Mei-Hitokiri
The coward has run,
nearly two hundred days ago.
Unready, unwilling,
unable to accept my onslaught.
""And though she be but little,
she is fierce" -
so she says? I'm not convinced
that someone's not stepped on her,
before wiping it off on the kerb.
Now all we have are these stains,
making the deep underground
wet with shouts and roars,
alphabet and jigsaws.
Please spare me.
I have five words to say to you, Mei,
but I think just two would suffice.
The coward has run,
nearly two hundred days ago.
Unready, unwilling,
unable to accept my onslaught.
""And though she be but little,
she is fierce" -
so she says? I'm not convinced
that someone's not stepped on her,
before wiping it off on the kerb.
Now all we have are these stains,
making the deep underground
wet with shouts and roars,
alphabet and jigsaws.
Please spare me.
I have five words to say to you, Mei,
but I think just two would suffice.
